I want to play those games again,
like when I was a little girl.
Creating my own characters,
and letting a story unfurl.
I could simply close my eyes,
and become whoever I wanted to be.
A princess,
a warrior,
anyone, anyone but me.

Memoirs from my childhood,
coloring my dreams.
But longing for these memories
is tearing me at the seams.
Long, lazy days,
of being the person
I want to exist inside.
Long, sleepless nights,
searching for a place
for my tears to hide.
Painting a picture,
of a land that will never be.
Painting a picture of myself,
a version the world can stand to see.

Let's play pretend,
always my favorite game.
But my New Me was always different,
I never stayed the same.
Like a shape-shifter,
changing to hide the True Me.
No one would know of the Accident Child,
this isn't the girl I want to be.
I deal the cards now,
I choose who I want to be.
My name,
my looks,
my interests and destiny.

When I wear this mask,
people mistake it for a game.
But pretending to be someone
worth wile,
is all that keeps me sane.
When I play this part,
I am not who I am today.
I'm someone wanted,
someone planned,
not just another mistake.

Copyright ©2006 Spazola.

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